We got a new ward mission leader this week. He’s getting ready to crack the whip on member missionary work. Day one, he was already talking about getting something like eight or nine more ward missionaries to add to the current two, and wants to organize them into different branches to handle different aspects of the Work. His hope (and ours) is to get the ward to do the majority of the finding so that we can set up as many appointments and help as many people to progress as possible. That said, we’ll still have to plan tracting times to fill up our calendar for the week per President’s orders, but if the ward can find us a lot of new investigators and set us up with less-actives, then we can be a lot more productive.
Happily, the investigators we thought were wanting to drop us actually weren’t. Apparently there was some kind of mix-up of words, and they just couldn’t meet with us on that particular day. I was on exchange while my companion taught them again after that, but it sounded like they got a lot of their more profound questions answered. My hope is that from now on, we can stick to the basics laid out in Preach My Gospel with them.
Transfers are coming up on the 11th. I’m a little anxious about it; I have a feeling I’ll probably stay here, but I’m very likely to get a new companion. Whatever happens will certainly shake things up.
For some reason all the elders in the zone insist upon meeting at some faraway building to play sports at the end of the transfer. I haven’t the slightest idea why, since most of them end up coming to our building on p-day anyway, and it can’t be a whole lot better at the annex. Perhaps the gym floor is more accommodating to basketball?
And now, for something completely different:
The YSA elders gave me an extra blanket they had in their apartment, so I no longer have to use the Superman Snuggie to stay warm at night. Thank heavens; I wake up frozen on some of the colder mornings.